...but It Doesn't Feel Crazy To Us.

How Can You Love A Little Cat So Much In Such A Short Short Time?

When I Read Good Stories, I Want To Write Good Stories Too.

One Thing I'm Interested In Is What Shapes Us: The People? The Place Where We Live? It's Both Of Those And More. That's What I Keep Coming Back To.

I Was Wishing I Was Invisible. Outside, The Leaves Were Falling To The Ground, And I Was Infinitely Sad, Sad Down To My Bones. I Was Sad For Phoebe And Her Parents And Prudence And Mike, Sad For The Leaves That Were Dying, And Sad For Myself, For Something I Had Lost.

I Prayed To Trees. This Was Easier Than Praying Directly To God. There Was Nearly Always A Tree Nearby.